Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-01-01

mired, despite the infelix reputation of her
kintman Mr.. Wood was glad to ~ her, and
awkwardly gallant. Nis Carmen was cool
and budnes-ike; she had come from her
uncle to regard" the papers in the SRed Rock
Rancho case They were instantly produced.
Carmen turned to the application for tho
grant. Her cheek paled slightly. With her
clear memory and wonderful fidelity Of per-
ceptisn she could not be mistakes. Tho Dig
nature Of Nicheltorena was In her own hand
writingl
Yet shs looked up to the lawyer witha
smile: 4May taks thsss papers for IN hour
to my unclsr
Even an older and bettsr man than the dr.
trict attorney could not have resisted those
dropping lids and that gentle voica
Certainly"
" VIII return them I'm an hour"
she was - good ~ her word. and within
the hour dropped the papers and . little cour-
tesy to her uncleh legal advocate, and that
night took the steamer to San Francisco.
The next morning Victor Garcia, . little the
worse for the previous nights dissipation,
resled into Woods olncs. II have fears for
my niece Carmen. She d with The enemy
hs aid thickly. aLook you ct thiA"
It was an anonymous letter dn Mrs Plodg-
it's own awkward Ast,, advising him Of the
fact that his niece was bought by the enemy,
and cautioning him against hsr.
GImpoHible," said the lawyer; 1T was only
last week she sent thee ESQ"
Victor blushsd, even through his snsan-
guined cheeks, and made IN impatient gesture
with his hand.
aBeEides," added the lawyer coolly, sshe has
been here to examine the papers ct thy 10
quest, and returned them Of yesterday"
Victor gasped-@Andyo you-you-you-gavs
them to herr
aOf courseI"
@Ani Even the application and the sigma
tureY'
.Certainly-you sent her."
aSent heri The DEVILS own daughter"
shrieked Garcia 1Nol hundred million
times, mol Quick, before it is too late. Give
me the paysrA"
Mr.. Wood reproduced the file. Garcia ran
over it with trembling fingers until at last he
clutched the fateful document. Not content
with opening it and glancing at its text and
signature, he took it to the window.
ut Is the same" he muttered with Sigh Of
relief.
aOf course it is," said Mr.. Wood sharply
~The papers are all there. You're fool,
Victor Garcial"
And so he was. And, for the matter Of
that, 90 was Mr.. Saponaceous Wood, Of coun-
sel
Meanwhile Miss De Haro returned to San
Francisco and resumed her work A day or
two later she was Joined by her landlady.
Mrs. P. has too large a nature to permit an
anonymous letter, written by her own hand,
to stand between her and her demeanor to her
little lodger So she coddled her and hattered
her and depicted in slightly exaggerated
colors the grief Of Don Royal at her sudden
departure All Of which Miss Carmen re-
ceived in demure, htten-like way, but still
kept quietly at her work. In due time Don
Royals order was completed; still she had
leisure and inclination enough to add certain
touches to her CHASTITY sketch Of the crumh-
ling furnace
Nsverthslsss, ~ Don Royal did not return.
through excess Of business, Mx Plodgitt
turned an honest penny by lstting his room,
tsnporarily, to two quiet 1exioans, who, but
for . beastly habit Of cigarrito smoking which
tainted the whole house, were fair enough
lodgsn II they failed in making the 90
quaintance Of their fair countrywoman, Mi0
D. Haro, it was through that ladys pre-occu.
patton in her own work, and not through
their osteutatious endeavorA
aMim Do Haro u peculiar" explained ths
poliho MIs. Plodgitt to her guests; ashs makes
no acquaintance, which consider bad To-
her business. II it had not been for me-, shs
would not have known Royal Thatchsr, ths
great quicksilver miner-and had his ordW
for . picture Of his minei"
The two foreign gentlemen exchanged
glancea One said, aAh, Godl this h bad,s
and the other, ut d not posEible;" and then,
when the laudlady's back was turned, intro.
duced themselves with skelston key into ths
then vacant bed room and studio Of their fair
countrywoman, who was absent sketching.
"Thou obssrveot, !" said Mr.. Pedro, refugee, IA
Migusl, ex-ecclesiastic, that this Americana
= all powerful, and that this Victor, drunkard
- be h, Il right in his suspicious"
@Of verify, yes" replied Miguel, @thou
dost remember it was Jovita Castro who, foe
her Americana lover, betrayed the Sobriente
claim. It is only with US, my Pedro, that The
Mexican spirit, the real God and liberty, ~
ivesl"
They shook hands nobly and with ssnH.
mental fervor. and then went to work, / q,
! the rummaging over the trunks, drawers and
porto-manteaus Of the poor little painter,
Carmen De Haro, and even ripped up The
mattress of her virginia. cot But thsy found
not what they sought
@What is that yonder on the eassl, covered
with clothF said Miguel; ut Is trick Of
these artists to put their valuables togethsr."
Pedro strobe to the easel and tore away the
muslin curtain that veiled It; then uttered
shrek that appalled, his comrade and brought
him to his side.
ain the name of God" said Miguel, hastily,
aare you trying to alarm the houser
The ex-vaquero was trembling like child
S-.ooki" he said hoarsely, "look; do you seei
= Is the hand Of Godl" and tainted ON thu
door.
Miguel looked It was Garments partly fin-
ished sketc' of the deserted furnace The hg-
ure of Coz 'ho, thrown out strongly by the
camp fire, occupied the left foreground. But
to balance her picture she had evidently been
obliged to introduce another-the face and
figure Of Pedro, on all fours, creeping toward
the slseping man.
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